Where did we leave off?
Somewhere in the blur.
Somewhere between cheap bottles of wine and fragmented memories.
How many times will I try to piece it together?
Make sense of the story until it feels ok.
Dissecting every inch to find the aha moment.
Wishing I could fade back in the arms of time to fix it.
Why? Why? Why?
What did I do wrong?
From walking on clouds to plunging from heaven.
Hands scraped in the asphalt when I broke the fall.
Doctor, do you have medicine?
“Time,” he says.